But I have never wanted to be perceived as chatty and bright. I have always wanted to be solemn and mysterious.

No matter how far I try to travel from people, people always appear. Either they follow me, or they're already there, and I followed them, unwittingly.

In the face of immense tragedy—yet again—unexpected beauty.

How easy to be electrocuted. How fine the line between beauty and peril.

I love that an idea can be so powerful it doesn't matter whether I've seen the artwork for real or not.

Now I wonder if each artwork is in fact utterly inaccessible to everybody but the person to whom it is secretly addressed?

Art, and sadness, which last forever.

Blending into the tinctures and textures of the countryside. The tree which falls without any human hearing still falls, as the creatures who die without being found by a human still die.

I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic to the meandering eye. Enigmatic, unreachable.

I decided that if I didn't allow myself to fall asleep, then I wouldn't have to wake up again and despair.

My mother says: 'People who suffer from anxiety are usually those with the most vivid imaginations.

Man is seldom judged on the basis of his good deeds. If bad in past the good in present doesn’t matter

Hank had left me his doomed army, and he’d left Marcie his inheritance. Unfair didn’t begin to cover it.

I was a huge bookworm as a kid, and you could usually find me reading something with a dragon on its cover.

So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?

We need to repeal Dodd-Frank act. It is eviscerating small businesses and small banks.

Political differences will always generate a healthy debate, but over time the dialogue has become more hateful and at times violent.

And so let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love, and once we begin to love each other naturally we want to do something.

I've been writing every day of my life for 65 years.

My headmaster chastised me with a diabolical instrument a leather strap tacked to a piece of wood but he taught me with such villainous success that I am now Prime Minister.

[The answer to that, warns Saddam's eldest son, is no.] If they come, ... Sept. 11, which they are crying over and see as a big thing, will be a real picnic for them, Godwilling.